~ Mystery of Love ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are mysteries about our love. Things that neither one of us may ever understand because love is an emotion without limit and understanding. We know we love each other but we could never explain completely as why we love each other. Love is not a clock. You simply cannot take it apart just to see what makes it tick, and even if you could, you probably could never get it back together again . . .

There are only four questions of value in life . . .
What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love . . .

Love can never grow old, locks may lose their brown and gold, cheeks may fade and hollow grow, but the hearts that love will know never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

If two souls were meant to be then God would never let that love perish. Even if they separate the love between them will unite them once more.

Trouble is a part of your life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person that loves you enough chance to love you enough.

Give her two red roses, each with a note. The first note says "For the woman I love" and the second, "For my best friend".

Hopeless romantics are only hopeless in the eyes of those who don't believe in romance.

Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.

The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

© Denim & Lace 2009
Love . . .
"It is ~ What ~ It is . . .

 

 

 

 

         

 

 

 

 

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